Dean. competitive swimming is my game. i figured i could be a lifeguard but that means i would be letting more swimmers drown in the pool. my speech and my thoughts doesn't seem to have a common understanding with each other. i hardly have time to take new pictures of myself. materializing architect. blatant, derailed, mirthful, coy. on government service. wtf.

birthday: 13061987

location: singapore

killing time bag

photgraphy, photoshop, competitive swimming, brown paper, long bus rides, lifeguarding, stoning while flipping thru GQ, chilling with pals at any coffee branch, music, purchasing A&F and American Eagle Outfitters, reading literature text, submerging through books that says World History 1900 - 1997 & excessive clubbing.

the italian hotdogs beat the german hotdogs. woohoo! it was a yummy game coz the italians made a surprise victory at the end. guess its true then, never give up till the end. good seniorita of luck was with them. where is mine?!

since i woke up early (to catch a glimpse of the italyvsgermany game), i thought i wouldnt be reporting late again to camp. so i made my way to meet farhan at lakeside mrt. lemme tell you something, dont ever ride the bus early in the morning. why? coz u will meet a very typical bunch of sporeans who would turn your day from good to bad. the bus that i board every morning to get to the mrt station has always have this problem; passengers not moving in. well the whole idea is so more passengers are able to board the bus to their respective destination. so there i was, in the middle of the bus and there was a bunch of uncles trying to squeeze through the crowd and board the bus. the crowd moved in a back as possible and still this roudy bunch of stewpid uncles were blamming us for not squeezing in. eh hello we are humans, not canned sardines. damn pissed i was. not to mentioned, at the next stop, a china man, tried to get into the bus from the back. he then tapped the card at the exit point. common sense tells us u cant do that.the whole bus had to halt there for 3 min so that the china man could weave his way up to the front where the tapping device was. argh. imboselic moron. moral of the story is; all passengers have role to play. if ur in the bus, plase move to the back to let others in. and if u cant get into the bus coz the ppl in there cant move in anymore, just shut ur gap and wait for another one. that hard to wait meh?! if ur late, come down earlier! nincompoops! haha


i think ive used up all of my good luck. this morning, while farhan and i were rushing into camp, i noticed that there was a security check going on. oh well, i thought nothing big would happened. most they would conduct a bag check. so one of the RP (regimental police) stopped me. i thought they stopped me due to my big crumpler. not knowing anything, they told me to take out my hp. i went shit! my phone has a built in cam. and then, farhan got off easily coz they stopped army personnels at random. lucky him. they even did a check on a leftenan's bag. so they took away my hp. to top it all of, i reported late for the second time due to the previous mess. what luck. grr


and today is my 4th tb checkup. so i got to go off early. hallelujah. got for myself more pills. pills (medicine to kill the tb virus) makes my world go round. *gee dean ur making urself sound like a drug addict.im getting use being punctured everytime on my arms to draw blood. i can even laugh when the nurse is drawing my blood out. haha i just wanna get home after that, sleep and study. im one small step to korea as my name get selected. i think im bit lucky over there. haha

thanks for making my life miserable. =)